Wretched Ones*

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Con men hold the cards
They ever curse our hearts
And keep us from our purpose
Locked up in the dark
Untethered from the spark
That once would seed our courage
Lash our at our wardens
Wretched ones who hold the key
See past folly illusions
Meant to keep us week, and afraid, and blind, meek
Do not fear the false idols
They feed on your suffering
Do not feed them
Reclaim your spirit
Set yourself free
Call to it and see